An old man, my master,
Took a stroll down the avenue.
Autumn, it was, and fallen leaves
Covered some dips and a rock or two.
Tap, tap, the sound of our steps,
As he lets me help him walk with ease.
When suddenly! on a rock, he tripped,
And a possible end to his life he sees.
But my master held to me tight.
I guided him back to his feet.
And tap, tap, he and I went
Down the leaf-covered street.
Edited by lotus, 05 May 2009 - 09:27 PM.